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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yo Gotti
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mario Mims
Songwriter
Karl Hamnqvist
Songwriter
Lionel Nealy
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
K Swisha
Producer
Leo Goff
Recording Engineer
Manny Marroquin
Mixing Engineer
Chris Galland
Assistant Engineer
Jeff Jackson
Assistant Engineer
Robin Florent
Assistant Producer
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Dave Huffman
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah
Bitch, I don't wanna hear that shit, nagging-ass bitch
Blah, blah, blah
Blah, blah, blah
Blah, blah, blah, blah
Blah
[Verse 2]
Threw my bitch up out the house 'cause all she do is argue
Put that bitch up out the whip 'cause all she do is argue
All I hear is, "Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah", bitch, who are you?
Made my side bitch my main bitch 'cause she don't argue
[Verse 3]
Blah, blah, blah, blah, she don't argue
Nah, nah, nah, nah, I don't argue
Blah, blah, blah, blah, she don't argue
Nah, nah, nah, nah, I don't argue
[Verse 4]
Put my bitch up out the house, told her leave (Leave)
You no longer welcome here, gimme my keys (No, no, gimme my keys)
All you do is nag, all you do is brag (Blah, blah, blah, blah)
All you do is complain, blame, that shit so sad (Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah)
All that back and forth, being extra, causing scenes
I won't marry you so you won't never get a ring (Oh, no)
All I hear is blah, blah, blah, blah, blah
Gimme my keys to my car, car, car, car, car
And go far, far, far, far, far
Here we are after all, losing focus, Adderall
Fuck some fighting, he say she say, head hurt, Tylenol
Can't believe this ho went through my phone and text my other broad
When she asked me 'bout the bitch I just responded blah, blah, blah, blah
[Verse 5]
Put my bitch up out the house 'cause all she do is argue
Put that bitch up out the whip 'cause all she do is argue
All I hear is, "Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah", bitch, who are you?
Made my side bitch my main bitch 'cause she don't argue
[Verse 6]
Blah, blah, blah, blah, she don't argue
Nah, nah, nah, nah, I don't argue
Blah, blah, blah, blah, she don't argue
Nah, nah, nah, nah, I don't argue
[Verse 7]
My hoes don't ask me 'bout another ho
I'm not arguing with no bitch, I don't even know that ho
Tryna go to sleep at night, you in my ear and shit
Bitch, I had a bad day, ain't tryna hear that shit
Heard my plug just got caught up with my work and shit
You like, "Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah", with all that perfect shit
Besides, I'm tired of hearing you hating on my lil' perfect bitch
And you way too excited 'bout this purse and shit
Head cool, pussy good, but it ain't worth the shit
And ain't nothing more annoying than a worser bitch
I want my purses back, my shoes when you leave
Bitches say I'm petty, ho, I even want the weave
I paid for it
Ho done called my phone like a hunnid seven times
Ho went through my phone, she out her motherfucking mind
Ho must think she run something, lost her motherfucking mind
All this back and forth, ain't got no motherfucking time
[Verse 8]
Threw my bitch up out the house 'cause all she do is argue
Put that bitch up out the whip 'cause all she do is argue
All I hear is, "Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah", bitch, who are you?
Made my side bitch my main bitch 'cause she don't argue
[Verse 9]
Blah, blah, blah, blah, she don't argue
Nah, nah, nah, nah, I don't argue
Blah, blah, blah, blah, she don't argue
Nah, nah, nah, nah, I don't argue
Written by: Karl Hamnqvist, Lionel Nealy, Mario Mims